Ninja power

A couple of weeks ago, I pushed the elevator button to go up to the 4th floor. Imagine my surprise when the doors opened to reveal a car-full of ninjas. I think I jumped about a foot.

(So my poker face still needs a little work--sue me. Heck, I still get the jibblies roving top old at close with the lights out. Woo!)

...okay, it was actually a group of guys dressed in black with a bunch of rappelling equipment strapped to their bodies. I made them step out of the elevator so I could ask a few questions.

"We're coming to kidnap our roommate," they chimed. "He was going to hang out with us and came here instead...with a girl."

"Um, okay..." I said, hemming a little. "Were you going to like, rappel down the side of the library?"

"No, no," said a kid who had what looked suspiciously like a pair of black boxer briefs over his head. "We just thought it would look cool."

I told them that if they wanted to pay me, I would help lure their friend out of the library, but they couldn't just tramp in and distrupt and/or scare people like that.

They agreed sheepishly, and I herded the ninjas out of the HBLL.

It reminded me of a similar night in the HBLL, but this time with two man-sized bananas and a gorilla.

How do I get all the luck?